'Oh, mother, mother, think on me!' 'Nay, my lass, I'm noane forgetting yo'.

I'd a sore heart a' last winter a-thinking on thee, when that chap Kinraid were hanging about thee.

I'll noane speak ill on the dead, but I were uneasylike.

But sin' Philip and thee seem to ha' made it up----' Sylvia shivered, and opened her mouth to speak, but did not say a word.
'And sin' the Lord has been comforting me, and talking to me many a time when thou's thought I were asleep, things has seemed to redd theirselves up, and if Daniel goes, I'm ready to follow.

I could niver stand living to hear folks say he'd been hung; it seems so unnatural and shameful.' 'But, mother, he won't!--he shan't be hung!' said Sylvia, springing to her feet.